“Mother Boarding” by Emily Oliver


In seconds I remembered
relief, love even, after waking

to the terror of a live snake
turning in my abdomen.

Abdicating to my tasks,
I turn the brightness up

like god does at every dawn
on their two screens of the world.

Growing against sunless dark
inside me, her a universe

in which the stark possible
hums, round as bulbs in springtime

soil. The body is always god-
entire: barrel for a snake.